The danger in touching lives, helping others, being relevant is sharing too much information.  "How much to share?", even "What to share is?" are questions I ask myself daily.  Most often I think I get it right, but after spending a week with a work team, even the work team we just finished hosting from our very own church, I sometimes question myself.
It starts with several days of honest communication.  Ok, ok, so maybe its a little less communication, which implies a conversation, and more of a soliloquy on my part, but in my defense, I don't get the chance to speak English much.  Well, I guess thats not entirely true either.  I speak English all the time, but sometimes its fun to tell my stories to new people, or at least people who are polite enough to listen.   No matter, by the end of the week I will usually hear the following statement: Thank you so much for being so....open. If it weren't for the pregnant pause I might believe them, but I know what that means.  That means: That made me a little uncomfortable.  Thanks for ruining my image of you. So at the risk of sharing too much, and making you a little uncomfortable.... I am in the bathroom today, electric clippers in hand.  You see, God has blessed me with so much.  I am 8 inches taller than average giving me an earning power of $1800 more per year according to studies, I have a beautiful and extremely intelligent wife, I have 3 of the greatest kids to ever have walked the planet, but to keep me humble God has given me a curse.  That curse is androgenic alopecia.   Androgenic alopecia, or AA, is no laughing matter.  It is an incurable condition that has plagued mankind since the dawn of man.  Men and women from all walks of life have been stricken with AA and have spent countless dollars trying to find a cure.  Thus, I am in the bathroom with the clippers trying to make the best of my situation.  Trying to mask the effects of AA that has ravaged my body for the past 13 years.  Trying to keep others from noticing my condition, better known as male pattern baldness.
So as I am clipping away, I see something coming out of my right nostril. I immediately know what it is. 

Its a hair! However, its obviously too long and way too thick to have originated there.  It must have come from my beard, and since I am taking advantage of my clipper time to trim up the small woodland creature sitting on the lower half of my face, it makes perfect sense.   Imagine my shock and horror when I tried to remove said hair and found it to be attached.  Not attached to my face, but attached deep, DEEP, into the wooded cavern that is my nasal passage.  This thing was well into my sinuses, and possibly sitting right up next to my brain.
This was more than a hair, it was a root. After a few moments thinking about how long that thing must have been growing and how many people were too "kind" to tell me, I start trying to get this thing out of me. I start tugging and pulling, hacking and sawing, and it gets me thinking about things, my life, and the bible.  Immediately the Cedars of Lebanon pop into my mind.  For some reason God likes the Cedars of Lebanon, but I am not sure why.
So I google it.   I find out that the Cedars of Lebanon grow roots 3 meters deep for every meter they are tall, and these trees can get like 40 meters tall. Imagine that, a 40 meter tall tree with 120 meter deep roots. Then it all makes sense.  
I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily.  Like a cedar of Lebanon he will send down his roots; his young shoots will grow. His splendor will be like an olive tree,  his fragrance like a cedar of Lebanon. Hosea 14:5-6
Now the obvious question: How do we get those roots, deep roots, roots of the Cedar of Lebanon?